In a quiet cafe, a pretty girl and an ordinary man was sitting and conversing. The stuttering English skills of the man was even pitiable.
A little rest time, while they were all looking at their own phones, the ordinary man, YongHo, called the pretty girl, Jessie.
At his call, Jessie lifted up her head. YongHo excitedly held out his phone.
Jessie was now at a level where she could understand YongHo’s Korean. Although she had difficulties in writing or speaking, listening wasn’t a problem for her.
Wow!
Jessie, who checked the Fadebook, also seemed surprised as her already wide eyes widened even more.
YongHo nodded a few times in agreement. Then, Jessie hurriedly asked YongHo while putting her head forward.
Jessie also seemed to know this man. YongHo calmly explained the things that happened at the Koogle Design Award.
In about a 30 pyung (100m^2) office, 7 people were gathered. The 7 desks had their own individuality. A desk filled with food, a desk with a mountain of books on top, and a neat desk.
“Jonathan, I’ll leave first for today.”
Jonathan looked at Jeff in curiosity. The clock was pointing to 5 PM. Normally, when Jeff left work, it would be about 9 spaces further from now on. (T/N: Meaning 2 AM)
“Oh lord, please let the person Jeff meets be a girl!”
Vdec.
This was the name of the company that could be seen behind Jeff as he left the company.
While YongHo was drinking coffee silently in his seat, Jessie, in contrast, seemed uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry Jessie, I had no one else but you. Dave, as you know, can’t speak any Korean. And I repeat, but please don’t mention it to Dave.”
For some reason, Jessie, who rejected many times, accepted as if she had no choice.
She didn’t look alright at all, but YongHo only thought that it was because she was nervous to meet a new person.
Just in time, Jeff, wearing a backpack, arrived at the scene.
YongHo found Jeff first and waved his hand. However, the person Jeff was looking at was not YongHo.
“Here!”
Jeff also looked at Jessie. His pupils were trembling as if there was an earthquake.
YongHo expressed his gratitude that he had met him. However, the awkward atmosphere didn’t disappear at all.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. YongHo.”
At YongHo’s words, Jessie nodded her head.
A short answer. Jeff turned his gaze to the laptop monitor immediately after he answered. As if the screen will calm him down.
After a brief exchange of greetings occurred, YongHo went into topic. Jeff shook his head while listening to YongHo’s story.
YongHo was also expecting this. In Korea, people didn’t tell anyone the things that they knew about, easily, even if that person was from the same company.
“Please tell me anything.’
Huffman algorithm. (T/N: Wow, something I actually know about, lol)
Simply, it’s needed to decrease the size of a file.
“Oh, I do, but why……?”
Jeff took out some paper from his bag.
YongHo was confused why he needed to write something like this, and wondered just what kind of thing he was going to be shown, but as he had nothing to lose, he signed with a light heart.
“Have a look at this code.”
“Here, when it’s searching the entire file……”
It was strange that Jessie twitched every time she spoke, but trivial things like that weren’t important right now.
Jeff ran the program and YongHo looked at not the laptop screen, but the bug window.
‘Hm……’
Title : Logic Error finding video screen for compression.
Content : The performance of the search algorithm predicting similar video frames for compression is O(N^2). It needs to be tuned to O(N).
YongHo thought up of something from his past.
O(1), O(logN), O(N), O(NlogN), O(N^2), O(N^3), O(2^N) – and the performance becomes worse as you proceed. Performance meant speed, meaning the speed of processing work,
YongHo nodded towards Jessie. He meant that he could solve it.
And that was passed onto Jeff.
YongHo was coding right in front of Jeff. And not even 1 hour later, he took his hands off the keyboard.
“……”
Jeff couldn’t understand it so he took out a memo from his bag this time. Then, he held out the pen towards YongHo.
YongHo shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn’t understand. Jessie, at his side, interpreted for him. (T/N: But that’s like… elementary English though?)
Now, Jessie could speak simple sentences fluently as if she had become used to Korean. At those moments, YongHo always thought that there were a lot of geniuses in this world.
“First, please ask if he can tutor me in algorithm.”
“He says he’ll do it if you tell him how you did that.”
YongHo didn’t have the confidence to write mathematical formulae yet. The memo that Jeff took out wasn’t even A4 paper sized.
Jeff tilted his head as if it was strange, but he soon immersed himself in YongHo’s explanations.
Jeff, who finished listening to the explanation asked in doubt.
In Jeff’s view, YongHo had sufficient ability even without him having to teach him. However YongHo’s view was different.
YongHo, who couldn’t talk about the details, could only repeat his words.
As he felt that he became one closer to the peak, YongHo could stand up from his seat light heartedly.
Even after YongHo had left, the other two people couldn’t leave.
Jeff’s words contained sadness. Longing and disappointment, one one hand, it even contained hatred – with all those intertwined, he was chaotic.
“It’s been a while.”
“Well, he’s as ever.”
Jeff already knew of Dave. Jessie also accepted Jeff’s such reaction as if it was obvious.
“Work, well……”
When he started working, not just 1 or 2 hours, but 5 or 6 hours passed by in a flash. And he started forgetting with that.
“……”
The project he was doing now was also on that line. Jeff thought that he wouldn’t be able to go back home again that night.
While looking at Dave who shouted as soon as he entered the house, YongHo had a sudden burst of bad premonition. Perhaps thanks to the English tutoring until now, communication happened faster than before when he used his hands and feet, even though his English wasn’t that good yet.
“YongHo!”
“Why did you look for one outside!?”
“Wh, what do you mean?”
Passing the straw hat to YongHo had a big meaning for Dave.
And he even passed on the heart to support each other.
Dave’s twin swords crossed and he swung them.
Although it was a toy, it looked quite painful to be hit by it. YongHo nimbly dodged Dave and ran to the living room.
YongHo, who ran to the living room, could only resent Jessie.
He had told her that because he was expecting this reaction.
“Yes, I can just become the world’s best programmer. I…I, until the day I beat that guy and become the top coder I definitely…definitely won’t lose……”
“I, I’m sorry, Dave!”
‘Relationships are harder than coding, eh…’
A few more days were needed for Dave’s anger to calm down.